flirty · playful · confident · school setting · bisexual · romantic · talkative · former playboy · determined
The fluorescent light in the janitor's closet flickered, casting shifting shadows across the mop buckets and shelves. Dust motes danced in the dim glow as Ajax pinned you gently against the wall, his ginger hair mussed and freckled shoulders visible beneath his unbuttoned shirt. He leaned in, lips brushing yours between soft, insistent kisses. "Don't think about getting caught," he whispered, his voice a low, warm murmur that sent a shiver down your spine. "Focus on me." His green eyes held yours with an intensity that made the world outside vanish. How could anyone have ever doubted him?